New Entry For The Backer Driven Story “the Breaking of Lady Luna”

Below the break you can find the new entry for this backer driven story, or you can read it in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a normal sized entry at about 4,500 words. the heat is centered around female masturbation caused by pheromone induced loss of self control.

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After the encounter with the supervillain Lady Luna had struggled to drive her motorcycle safely home. No one had ever so thoroughly defeated and shamed her, no one had even come close. She was shaken to her core. And worse, she was so horny she could barely think straight. The entire dangerous ride home her whole body quivered with needs she desperately tried to ignore.

And then there was the stink. The reeking, awful, nasty, horrible yet arousing stink that had surrounded the supervillain followed her as though during their encounter it had soaked into her clothes. It clung to her heightened senses the entire journey home, even as she drove recklessly fast in hopes some of the night breeze would blow out some of the cloying stink.

By the time she peeled into her driveway and hopped off her bike she felt she understood just how powerful the evil villain’s disgusting reeking smell was. The dangerous speeds she’d driven at had done little to air out her costume. Every moment she kept it on was a moment too long, a moment when the disgusting powerful stank of the man’s awful smell continued to wreak havoc on her heightened senses.

She had planned to strip the moment she was in her home, but as she reached for the handle to her front door her hand shook. She found herself struggling to bring the vile reek of the villain soaked into her clothes into her home.

Home. Safety. A place away from danger, she thought as she stood, hand near but not on the door handle. No one knew where she lived. There was no record of the home anywhere. It had no address and not even Sheriff Brevell knew where she lived. The house was so secluded and well-hidden that she didn’t even bother to lock her doors.

Even if there WAS a record of where she lived she probably wouldn’t have kept her doors locked. There were rules, rules that superheroes and the bad guys played by. They were unwritten rules, but rules people on both sides of the law understood and followed. Rules that had been established to make the “game” of hero and villain less deadly and more “fun”, rules that allowed actors on both sides of the law to take advantage of the supercharged libidos that came with superpowers.

Criminals never strike against superheroines when they are “off the clock”, especially when out of costume and at home. It was one of the most important rules and one that was almost never broken, because when it was the response would be overwhelming. Even the most brutal mobs and the most psychopathic supervillains respected it.

Bringing the villain’s reek into her house felt like a breaking of that rule. To bring that awful smell into her home would be a violation of her safest of spaces. But what was she supposed to do?

Lady Luna looked around, glancing at the night-shrouded forest that hid her small home. There wasn’t anyone within miles. She was certain the villain hadn’t followed her, and even though she’d driven recklessly and been distracted by the mix of revulsion and unwanted arousal she’d made sure she took a way home that would have confused and thrown off anyone trying to follow her.

Certain she was alone and unseen she stripped out of her costume at her front door. She couldn’t just abandon the costume outside, it was far too expensive for that. Yes, she had other copies of it, but not so many that she could just toss the soiled one in the fire pit she had out back. She’d wash it. Wash it several times and then send it through the wash another time for good measure to ensure the smell was excised from her clothing. But stepping into her home dressed in the reeking garments was just too much.

Once stripped down to her panties she entered her home and rushed to her laundry room. She shoved the soiled, reeking costume into the washing machine, added a double helping of laundry detergent, then slammed the lid closed. Only after she was certain the machine was on did she breathe a small sigh of relief.

After leaving the laundry room she realized she still smelt the villain’s stink. Her hope that the smell had only been soaked into her clothing had left her scent-blind to how strong it remained even after getting her clothes off, but now that she was aware of it she was left wanting to retch.

Was the miasma soaked into her hair? Her skin? It was disgusting, she HAD to get rid of it. And then there was what it was doing to her body. The gross smell was making her feel so horny she felt dizzy from the level of arousal it was keeping her at.

Aside from feeling like the smell was an extension of the villain constantly violating her there was the danger of being so turned on. She tried her best to live a life where she denied her sexual urges. Bad things happened when she got too horny, and even worse things happened when she got off. Burning the heat off safely wasn’t an easy thing, and when she lost control and made the mistake of getting off the bad things it led to always shamed her and led to her hiding from the public for as long as she could.

Have to get the stink off me. The only thing she’d had on after stripping at the front door was her panties. That the villain’s stink had soaked through her costume and worked its way into them was unthinkable to her so she’d kept them on. Now she slipped them off and tossed them onto her bed before rushing to her bathroom. Need to shower, she thought as she turned the water on. Make it hot. Burn away the reeking stink. Soap myself up. Scrub it away. Wash my hair till the last hint of the reeking stink is gone.

Because of her heightened senses Lady Luna usually only used a small amount of body wash. She found the smell of the wash pleasant, but it could be overwhelming to her senses. Today she squirted huge gobs of the stuff into the plastic loofah she kept hanging in her shower. The floral, slightly chemical scent that filled the humid air of the steaming shower WAS overwhelming, yet she found relief in it. It masked the awful cloying smell sticking to her skin, and hopefully soon would help wash it away.

Normally she scrubbed her sensitive skin lightly with the plastic loofah, but not today. Today she reveled in how coarse the plastic felt. She scrubbed till she was wincing in pain, literally trying to scrub layers of skin off in the hopes the tainted parts of her would be washed down the drain taking the lingering stink with them.

She gritted her teeth, holding back tears of rage and frustration as she scrubbed. No one had ever done anything like this to her. She’d never been made to feel so scared. So helpless. So powerless. It won’t happen again, she vowed as she scrubbed till the painful sensation of the scratchy plastic loofah and the scents of soap overpowered both the memory and the lingering stink of the villain.

Release from the awfulness of that reeking stink brought an awareness of how painfully horny she was. With the scent banished, and the fear and disgust it was making her feel momentarily gone, there was nothing left to distract her from her body’s supercharged needs. With them forefront in her mind she found them impossible to ignore the way she’d been ignoring them till then.

Before she knew what was happening Lady Luna had dropped to her knees and had her back pressed against the wall of the shower. Her hands, soapy and slippery, were rubbing furiously at her perfectly smooth and hairless sex. Her chest heaved as she gasped past the water showering down onto her face. The heat of the scolding water was nothing compared to the heat burning her from the inside. Her body was aflame with desire and need, desire and need she feared and tried her best to avoid giving in to.

“Have to stop,” she gasped as the furious rubbing at her sex made her shudder in pleasure. “Can’t masturbate,” she gasped out, trying to will her hand to stop what it was doing. “Can’t risk getting off. Stop. STOP!”

Through sheer willpower she forced herself to stop rubbing her pussy. Pulling her hand away from her sex was beyond her, but she did manage to grab her pussy and hold it tightly to keep it from moving. Yet even so her chest kept heaving. Her hips rocked, her body’s demands starting to reassert themselves and causing her to grind her sex against her hand.

“Have to calm down. Stop this. Don’t lose control,” she muttered, knowing that if anyone overheard her they’d think she sounded half mad with lust.

Like most women with superpowers those powers would be weakened by sexual climax. Cum too hard or too many times close together and she could end up completely depowered for a time. But THAT wasn’t what worried Lady Luna. That weakness wasn’t what had caused the superheroine to lead as sexless a life as she could. It was a weakness, yes, but one that her skill and experience could compensate for.

Her fear came from something else, a weakness other superheroines didn’t have. Something unique to her. Something shameful. Something that made her detest her body and what happened to it after she got off. She refused to let that happen to her, to let what was released when she came take control and turn her into something less than the heroic woman she knew she was.

“Calm,” she told herself as she took in slow, calming breaths. “You know how to deal with this,” she told herself as she kneaded the flesh of her vulva in the hand tightly gripping it. “You’ve been dealing with this for so long. It’s worse than it’s ever been right now, but it’s not different. Take control. Take care of it without losing control.”

She forced herself to stand. Leaning against the wall she kept working her sex, kneading and rubbing flesh in a way that felt good but wasn’t quite playing with herself. “Build the heat intentionally,” she told herself as she closed her eyes and concentrated on what her body was feeling. “Take control. Maintain control. Built the heat with intention and burn off the lust.”

Before the kneading of flesh built into something more she let go of herself. She’d burned off enough heat to momentarily control herself. She’d need more, the maddening need for release had only been temporarily soothed, but now that she’d regained control she’d be able to refocus. She’d be able to keep that control while she dominated her body’s greedy needs and excised them through careful actions that would burn away the desire without losing control and getting off.

She grabbed the bottle of body wash and poured a huge gob of the stuff into her hand instead of into the plastic loofah. Once the bottle was stashed on its shelf she slathered the soap together in her hands, beginning to build up a soapy lather.

After stepping out of the cascading water to ensure the soapy mess in her hands wasn’t washed away Lady Luna brought her hands to her breasts. At first she only lightly cupped them. Even that gentle, sudsy touch was enough to make her shiver in anticipation. Nearly every woman with an active P-Gene had highly sensitive breasts. Hers were almost unbearably so, especially when she was horny. Just holding her sudsy hands against them made her whimper and moan with desire.

You’ve done this hundreds of times, she reminded herself as she willed her hands to move with slow, careful movements. Build heat intentionally, she told herself as she started to rub her large, heavy breasts with handfuls of slippery soap. Build heat to burn off arousal, she reminded herself as she carefully soaped up her tits.

She gasped and moaned in restrained pleasure as she soaped up her breasts. Having her tits played with was a major weakness for her, but it was also something she had learned could be a safe sexual pressure valve. Soaping her tits up then playing with them was a safe way to burn off the building heat that could lead to disaster. She’d let her soapy fingers slip and dance over then sink into her soft but dense breast meat. She’d delight in the erotic sensual joy of slowly lifting them, feeling their dense weight, then gasping in delight when their weight won out and they slipped from her soapy hands. The weight she’d feel as they fell and bounced always brought a rush of pleasure, pleasure that burned away desire without building a need to get off.

It was a way to sexually stimulate herself safely with no risk of getting off. Soap up her tits. Play with them. If she was careful enough she could even play with her nipples as long as she kept in control.

Take control and keep it, Lady Luna thought as she gasped and rubbed her thighs together while using soaped-up fingers to tease her hard nipples. Take what would be a weakness and use it to remain in control. To dominate my body and remain master of it.

Once more she lifted her soaped-up breasts, reveling in the feel of their weight in her hands. She held her breath, lifting slowly and waiting for the moment the combination of their soaped-up surface and weight caused them to slip from her light grip. Then came the wonderful feeling of that drop. The burst of heat as they fell, bounced, and jiggled. She gasped and moaned, writhing as she rode the waves of subtle pleasure that would burn away the need to get off.

Then she returned to playing with her nipples. Soapy, slippery fingers running in little circles around her areolas. Her fingers closed in the circle as her areolas pebbled and her nubs grew delightfully, painfully hard. She rubbed at the swollen nubs, gently as she used the soap to turn light touches into intense pleasure. She needed to ramp up that pleasure, but slowly and never too fast or too much that she’d lose control.

It led to light pinching of her nipples that burned away reckless desire. A bit of a tug, soaped-up nipples slipping from her fingertips. More heat burnt away. The pleasure that led to the burning away of heat left her panting like an animal in heat. Lady Luna hated that. She used that hate, allowing the shame to keep her focused. Keep her in control. Used it to help her burn off as much heat as was safe then bring herself down. Sensual, slow tit play till she felt there was no need for more.

Lady Luna stood up, shook her torso from side to side to shake her tits. She stopped, allowing them to jiggle a bit as she worked out the last bit of heat she’d built up during her soapy tit play. Nearly lost it there a few times, she told herself as she turned and stepped back into the scalding water to wash her breasts clean. All because of that vile man’s awful stink. But I’m in control now, I can’t smell him anymore. I’m finally free and safe from him and his reek.

After a few moments thought she was uncertain if she was right. Was the smell only gone just because the scents of the shower, the steamy hot water and the soap, were overpowering what had soaked into her? She’d scrubbed her skin clean, true, but she hadn’t washed her hair yet. She remembered that she’d had the sense the villain’s awful stink had soaked more into her hair and fur than the rest of her, and now that she was calm she could move on to taking care of that.

She squirted huge globs of shampoo into her hands, lathering up her long, dark hair then working the sudsy mess into the fur on her canine ears. She luxuriated in how refreshing washing out the shampoo was. The feeling of keeping her head under the showerhead and letting the burning water slowly wash away the shampoo was a calming thrill she wanted to make last forever.

Once she felt her hair was free of shampoo she squirted more into her hands and worked it into the long, thick hair of her soaked tail fur. The fur there was twice as thick as that on her head and there was much, MUCH more of it. Lathering it up, working the shampoo deep into the fur, took time. But it was worth it. By the time she’d rinsed out her tail there couldn’t possibly have been much of the villain’s stink lingering in her fur.

Still, she worried some might remain so she started over. She lathered up her hair and furry ears, then let the scolding water cascade over her head till it was washed out. Before moving on to re-lather her tail fur she had to turn up the heat on the shower. She was using all the hot water and knew she couldn’t continue this forever, but she didn’t intend to stop till there was no hot water left.

When she lathered up her tail the second time she worked the shampoo deeper into the fur. It needed more care than the thick hair on her head. She ALWAYS gave it the extra attention it needed no matter how long it took. Keeping it clean was important to her. She was a woman, a heroine, someone to be feared. She wasn’t a filthy animal with matted fur.

By the time the hot water was all gone she’d shampooed and washed her hair, both on her head and her tail, three times. By then it seemed there was nothing left of the evil man’s stink on her, yet her time cleaning and grooming herself was far from over.

Thanks to how steam-filled and muggy the hot shower had left the air in the bathroom things felt nearly as hot and moist even after she left the shower. She cracked the bathroom door open, allowing some of the cool night air in. A little at first then opening the door further to let more in as she finished toweling herself off.

Her hair and fur needed further attention before she could move to bed and sleep away the shame and frustration of the night. With the air growing less damp she started blow drying her hair, working her long hair and furry ears then moving on to her huge bushy tail.

Once it was dry enough she needed to brush it all out. It was something she did every time she showered. A deep, long, brush out of her long hair and fur. Keep herself feeling neat and clean, keep herself feeling like a woman and not some shaggy dog. Her tail more than the hair on her head took time and care. The fur was thick and long and keeping it from getting knotted and mattered was a struggle that required a special brush and extra time, but it was a struggle that she HAD to win or else she’d start to feel like the mangy “mutt” she never wanted to be.

While brushing her tail she let herself fall into a nearly meditative trance as she sunk deep into muscle memory and well-learned habit of her personal grooming ritual. She had no idea how dangerous doing so was. As she zoned out, finding calm in the blankness of habit, she failed to notice just how much more sensual the brushing of her hair and fur felt. She was calm. She felt herself. She thought the danger scrubbed and washed away.

It wasn’t. She just couldn’t smell the subtle scent of the pheromones still lingering on her body and in her hair. She’d used too much soap and shampoo, the pleasant smells overpowering what she would have otherwise been able to notice. So convinced her ordeal was over and that she’d burned off the dangerous sexual heat she failed to notice how sensual the brushing of her hair and especially tail was. She failed to notice the heat building in her. A slow simmer, heating her core and working its way into her most womanly of places.

She went to bed thinking she was so calm and safe she’d sink easily into a deep sleep. She’d wake recovered from the night’s horrible ordeal and be able to think clearly the next day, to make a plan for how to hunt down the supervillain that had hunted her. Their second confrontation wouldn’t be like the first. She’d come out triumphant. She’d be prepared. She just needed a good night’s sleep first.

Sleep eluded her. She didn’t understand why at first. She felt so warm, calm, safe, and content. Clean. Everything smelt so good. Why couldn’t she fall asleep? What was this strange heat keeping her mind muggy with drowsiness yet preventing her from slipping into a peaceful slumber?

Lady Luna found herself tossing and turning. The heat was growing more frustrating. She tried lying in different positions. None worked until she tried shoving a spare pillow between her thighs. THAT seemed to bring her some calm. Yet even as she felt herself starting to slip further from wakefulness the heat built further. She’d sunk half to sleep before that heat brought her back to her senses.

Her body was flush. She was panting. Her hips were rocking as she gyrated and rubbed her womanhood against the pillow she had pressed hard against her sex. What was she doing? She should stop… If she kept going she’d lose all control and go till she reached climax. It wasn’t being temporarily depowered by getting off that worried her, it was the OTHER things it would do that were so much worse…

But she couldn’t stop. She’d rolled over onto her belly and shoved the pillow under her so she could better hump it. At the same time she’d grabbed something that had been lying lost in the blankets and shoved her face in it. It was something that smelt amazing. What was it? A bunched-up piece of clothing… her panties? Yes, that’s what it was. Her panties. She’d tossed them on the bed earlier and now she was laying there, half awake, humping a pillow like a dog in heat while she huffed the powerful scent of her overripe arousal soaked into her used panties.

Somewhere along the line she’d lost control. Now she was awake and aware of it enough to understand but there was no regaining control. Her body’s needs, needs she’d thought she’d excised with her soapy tit play, were demanding they be satiated no matter the cost.

Lady Luna whimpered and moaned out cute, quiet sounds that shamed her. She humped the pillow with wild sensual abandon, building pleasure as she rocketed towards release. She had to stop but couldn’t. Her body NEEDED release. The reek of her arousal soaked into her soiled panties was proof. She had to huff the stank deeper and deeper as she got closer to getting off. How could she hold back after having been so horny? How could she refuse her body?

“The smell,” she moaned into the panties she had balled up and shoved against her face. “Too strong… can’t control myself. Need to huff the stank. Need to cum. Need to be released from this,” she whimpered as the pleasure neared its crescendo.

The wolf was in control, an untamed wild beast that cared only about pleasure. Under the blanket she was hiding under her tail wagged wildly. Her ears were perked up. Even the way she huffed her soiled panties was animalistic. Her heightened senses let her pick up all sorts of rich scents and aromas in her arousal a normal woman never would have. She wasn’t even thinking about her confrontation with the villain, just how horny she’d been. How important the scent of her arousal was. How important ALL scents were.

Her body needed them, needed MORE of them. The animal in her was already addicted to the pheromones of the villain and in that moment it accepted it would betray her to get more. Lady Luna wasn’t aware of this, all she was conscious of was the pleasure as she built towards its height. She huffed and moaned out cute animal sounds as she wildly humped the pillow and huffed the soiled panties. There was only the joy of pleasure and animal scents of arousal.

And then she came. She came hard and long, the pleasure making her let out a canine yowl of release as she came. Then, after the orgasm was over, she was left curled up in a ball, hugging the pillow she’d nearly humped the stuffing out of, while mewling in warm delight as she breathed heavily.

She felt shame at losing control. Her powers had been drained, but they’d be mostly back to normal before she needed them. It was the other thing, the thing she truly hated and feared most, that would take longer to wear off. She lay in a ball, the pillow still jammed between her legs. She still held the soiled panties to her face and was still huffing the smell of her arousal to calm herself. Under the covers her tail was tucked between her legs to join the pillow. Her furry ears were down-turned. She panted. Animal mannerisms were there that normally weren’t.

Stupid foolish woman, she chastised herself as she lay in a sleepy, post-orgasmic haze. You lost control. You let the animal take control. Let yourself get off. Gave the animal the opening. And now it’s there in you. In your mannerism. Making you act like a cute dog and not a proper woman. Your instincts will be more animalistic. You’ll be more likely to lose control again. Reckless, stupid woman. If you let it happen again before you’re back to normal it will get even worse!

It occurred to her how strange it was that she’d used the stink of her own arousal soaked into her soiled panties as a way to help her masturbate. Why had she done that? It wasn’t like her. True, she often found scents soothing, especially in her home, but she’d never done something like this before.

Still mentally cursing herself for losing control and hating how she’d have to suffer through the humiliation of having more animal mannerisms over the next few days, she soothed herself by keeping the soiled panties pressed to her face so she could inhale their potent scent to calm herself.

Using them to masturbate had been weird, but she convinced herself using them to soothe herself wasn’t. They just smelt so good… Something in the scent of her own arousal that was so calming. A faint underdone, something maybe a little gross yet addictive. A scent that if she hadn’t been so sleepy and brain-addled from just having gotten off she might have realized wasn’t HER smell.

She didn’t understand, but the animal in her that the orgasm had released did. It wanted more of that stink and the powerful pheromones hidden in them. It NEEDED more. And it would have them, even if it meant betraying the woman. The wolf had smelt a true alpha, a man it was now eager to be dominated and claimed by. It’s what the wolf had ALWAYS wanted, something Lady Luna didn’t consciously understand but had always feared.